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| Deleted User | Aug 26 2008, 09:02 PM Post #1 |
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![]() Why am I here? The question always begged for his attention, but his ever growing indifference waved it away as nothing other than a nuisance of a failing mind still trying to hold on. After Lena, there was very little that motivated Armand anymore and quite honestly, he wasn’t looking to change that. The only reason he still found himself within the living was the project he had been working on for nearly for/with Gabriel. His brother had died, his condition having been much to advanced for the grand Potions Masters to save, unfortunately for Gabriel, but he was close to finding the right proportions for Lycans who might have befallen the same disease. It was odd, he had admitted to the young man he had never heard of lycans or vampires falling victim to any such diseases, but evolution of the body was a fickle as the viruses that overwhelmed them, and it was soon enough that saw for himself how real it was. Payment hadn’t even been discussed when Armand accepted and moved to Elysion, somehow unable to laugh along with fate at its brand of humor failed to amuse him. The important key in the question’s answer? He was doing something he loved, something that for once didn’t involve plans of revenge or hostile take overs. Just good ol’ potions and the occasional visitor. Gabriel he had summarized long ago was a boy too good for his own…yeah, good. He was selfless to the point it was ridiculous and he had often warned against such a trait to the young man, though he wasn’t sure he always applied it, especially with the women in his life. In truth, there was a lot he saw of himself within Gabriel, the star eyed youth, the pain of family, the intoxication of a woman’s embrace and yet unable to find and keep that one true love. Perhaps he hadn’t found it yet, although he had talked enough of the little blonde that Armand was sure to spark something there, but they had yet to stop their little dance of caution. Sometimes he simply didn’t understand youth, and the sad part? Armand wasn’t that much older, leading my only a decade or so, but even in his younger years he was a vision of an old man. Childhood, nor the elements in it had nothing to do with it, he just simply was always a little bit too old for his age…a little too, cynical. An older woman bumped into him suddenly, and as he looked down he realized he must have had a quite the expression on as the woman looked up frightened. She apologized in a rather meek voice and as he held out his hand to help her regain her step, he softened his features and assured her it was of no incident. Standing still as he watched the older woman wobble off, icy blue orbs glanced at his surroundings, spotting a familiar blonde within a pet shop just a head. It was late afternoon already as the sun set its last strokes of light, and in that golden hue, he walked forward scrutinizing the blonde. Upon closer inspection he was able to recognize her as Dahlia, a young student he met not too long ago while in his animagus form. She was a strange little thing, he thought as a small smile curled his lips, for a reason or another she had thought it safe and prudent to talk to a panther of all her troubles, thoughts and especially her brother. It was the most interesting first time meeting he had in quite a while and it did thoroughly amuse him. Walking into the shop, he was quiet as he followed her from one row to another, an eyebrow raising in question as she held a particularly large collar in her hand. As she paid attention to some item in her hand, he slightly hovered above her, leaning closer to her ear as he spoke. “Good day Miss Dahlia” his small smile remained, eyes going from the merchandize to the girl’s blue teal orbs, “shopping for your pet I see.” He had given himself the rest of the afternoon off and Gabriel was out with Elizabeth, and really, all he had planned was getting drunk by the fireplace in his house. Well, actually, the place had never been determined indefinitely, pretty much anywhere with good red wine…not to be too hasty, for that still sounded like a good idea, but for the meantime he would take some amusement from little miss Dahlia. |
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| Dahlia Emelie Braithwaite | Aug 27 2008, 02:02 AM Post #2 |
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11th Year Styx; Medical Magic
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![]() Summer break for Dahlia was nothing but a bore. There was little excitement and no progresses were made throughout the last few months. For the most part Dahlia was with Malin, since Darcy had gone off somewhere else to pursue her career, and Anderson had never been so busy, or at least that's what he told her. Dahlia couldn't guess anymore whether Anderson was lying to her or whether it was the truth, but she decided she wouldn't debate over that anymore because it was his life that he wanted to live, and as long as he's happy, she was not about to complain. Even if his happiness meant that he would rather not see her, it was fine. So instead of bothering other people and making more friends, Dahlia and Malin spent the summer going around Europe and shopped every where they went. It was pretty much Dahlia's only relief from the boring summer as she had no intention of going out clubbing alone without Darcy and Malin always had her own plans at night. Dahlia resorted to reading books at night or doing something she considered productive like learning how to cook and things that was important for a housewife. She didn't really have any big dreams to pursue a big career and have a big life. She liked it to be balanced, calm, and stable. Her ability would be more than enough to get her into any recognized hospital and with her parents' connections, it would be easy to get a job without any waiting or paper work involved. She figured that as a doctor she could get enough money to live, and that was satisfactory for Dahlia. She couldn't really see a life with Anderson anymore, even if she used to dream about it when she was younger. It was about time she grew up, and it was about time that she started to find her own inspirations and make her own decisions. But all of that was put up in procrastination mode when she met a big black panther on the streets a while ago. At first Dahlia thought it was weird that a panther would be walking around on the streets, so she just assumed it was a very big stray cat without an owner. She was at once captivated by his icy blue eyes and decided to call him 'Kitty' as a pet name, then felt like it was safe to spill all her troubles to him randomly because she needed to vent. She liked to do it often to Rafael, though he was much more needy and clingy that he wouldn't even sit still and listen unless he had been fed properly and being pet while she talked until he fell asleep. It was probably better off talking to a wall. She was fine with having Rafael as the one she could talk to when there was no one else around, but the only problem is that he couldn't talk back or give her any advice. Plus he was a horrible listener. Now, Kitty on the other hand, ended up transforming into a human being and talked back to her. Dahlia was very happy when she found out about this, and she was even more happy when he said that he would keep it a secret. Kitty was very much an excellent companion while it lasted, but she had not seen him for quite a while now, and always, in the back of her mind, hoped that she would meet him again some day. However, Kitty was no prince charming. He did not sugarcoat his words from the blunt truth and he was not Dahlia's ideals, but she still liked being around him. Perhaps it was the fact that she lacked friends now, she didn't speak much with people she didn't know (animals are an exception, and so are flowers or any other type of plant) but she felt at ease with Kitty. Kitty has a name of course, but Dahlia chooses not to call him by his name. Kitty is so much more cuter, and she loves how ironic it is compared to his real personality. He acts like a cynical old man despite his age and features, but its really his eyes and expressions that give away how much he has gone through life. All these thoughts about Kitty made Dahlia's decision to visit the pet store today. Well, part of it anyway. She was running out of Rafael's food since he was being such a fatty lately (the summer is ending and he tends to eat more when it gets colder) and he had gotten bored of his toys. It was really like taking care of a spoiled child but Dahlia couldn't do anything about it. She sighed as she entered the store, and took out the list of things she needed to get. She walked from aisle to aisle, each one familiar to her as she had been here often, until a glint sparkled somewhere in her peripheral vision. She walked closer towards it, an aquamarine stone leather collar that was much too beautiful for a collar. It was large, probably for a big pet, and the stone.. The icy color of the stone and the stone reminded her so much of his eyes. They were breathtaking, fearless, and beautiful. The stone literally sent shivers down her spine as she looked at it. "Excuse me, can you take this out? I want to buy it," she said decisively and smiled at the store owner. He knew Dahlia, as she stopped by the store at least 3 times a month or more, but Dahlia was never one to buy anything TOO expensive in the store. "A new pet, Miss Braithwaite?" he asked with a grin as he took the collar out of the display. "Er.." Dahlia was not exactly sure whether she should say yes or no. But saying 'Why no, he's just an acquaintance of mine who can turn into a panther.' didn't really sound sane in her head. "Yeah, something like that.." she said vaguely. She took the necklace, admiring its clarity and shine, and felt lucky that she had come across it before someone else bought it. Some posh looking old lady behind her seemed envious as she kept staring at the collar in Dahlia's hand. Not a chance, lady.. she thought in her head. Dahlia quickly purchased the collar first before roaming around the store again to find other things in case someone had the nerve to snatch it out of her hand and buy it. It was relatively likely from the menacing glare that she'd been receiving from the creepy lady. As Dahlia moved on to another aisle to look at some new toys, a familiar voice spoke clearly in her ear. She turned to face him, and couldn't help hiding a genuine smile as he continued to talk. "Oh yeah, I'm here to get Raffy some new things.." She took advantage of their position to get a close look of his eyes. "Wait, why are you even here? Unless you're here to get your own things...." She trailed off with a playful grin. Edited by Dahlia Emelie Braithwaite, Aug 27 2008, 02:04 AM.
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| Deleted User | Oct 19 2008, 10:23 PM Post #3 |
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![]() It was the strangest thing. When he actually wasn’t looking forward to meeting old faces and familiar pasts, that was when it caught up with him the most. As of late he realized that more and more people were popping up from the places he had left them, specifically Lena who he had yet to see face to face, and that was only by careful avoidance on his behalf. Still, it was that irony that irked him so, his days spent in animagus form out numbering the usual counts, and the plus of having a panther form? Everyone thought twice about approaching him and making friendly chatter…except for one small blonde girl... Ms. Dahlia Braithwaite. At first, he really wasn’t sure what to make of her, not right away. Either she was truly that naďve and innocent, or that ignorant and stupid. After hours of hearing her talk he soon realized she just a young girl who was a little lost on the ways of the society, of her feelings for her brother and the aching loneliness, of all which he could understand fairly well. It was that youth, that sweetness, that familiarity of what was once Carolina that made him sit there calmly with a listening ear, and moreover, what made him come to her one day in his real form. It had been quite the surprise for her, and he had to admit he rather enjoyed her expression and squeals, though he thoroughly detested the nickname ‘Kitty’ and her persistence of her continual use of it. Oddly enough however, for a man of his nature, it was quickly over looked as soon as she set those teal colored orbs on him and whisked him a smile that made him ache. It was the strangest thing, how a girl could make him feel like he hadn’t in a long while…damn strange indeed. It seemed she was in a playful mood, and suddenly he was giving more thought to the large collar she had bought. “I’ve no reason to be here other than you” he spoke softly, leaning against a shelf as he watched her sift through items, “but the more important question is, where are you going afterwards?” He smiled as she giggled softly, turning to pay the rest of the items she had in her hands. Taking the bag from her hands, he held out his arm for her as she snaked hers underneath and left the body shop with a small Bistro in mind, one he had found the other day when particularly hungry for something other than steak and baked potato. As they were approached by the hostess, he pointed to a table outside right by the other side of the entrance, where at least some privacy could be had. Sitting her down, he did as well next to her, looking over the menu and ordering their best red wine for starters along with anything she wanted. For the day, it seemed the chicken tossed salad would do for him, and as they awaited their orders to come in, he took out the collar from her bag, admiring its craftsmanship as curiosity hit him. Icy blue eyes turned to her questioningly as he held up the collar. “A new pet I don’t know of yet? Or should I fear to even ask?” By the stone’s color, he had a feeling it might have actually been for him and it was…oh, did she actually mean for him to wear it? Only with wine…lots of it…ridiculously amounts of it in fact. It was the damnedest, strangest thing. |
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| Dahlia Emelie Braithwaite | Oct 22 2008, 01:53 AM Post #4 |
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![]() Vega's presence was, to most people, intimidating and perhaps even cold and icy, just like his eyes. But strange little Dahlia found herself at peace and at utmost relaxation when he was around. Maybe it was the fact that she felt safe around him, and how his knowledge of everything gave her the ability to be her true self. She didn't need to pretend like she was normal, she could be Dahlia in distress. It was odd how this created a reverse effect on her, and instead of being distressed, she was more lively and even happy. Dahlia could smile a real smile. He was a man of few words, but even that also had a positive effect on her. She didn't feel like she constantly needed to talk to him unnecessarily about the "interesting" things that happened while they were separated. In short, there was no bullshit. And Dahlia loved that. He led them to a small Bistro, and then as a gentleman would, chose an ideal spot as well as red wine and her choice of meal, which was scalloped potatoes with cream sauce for lunch. Dahlia thanked the hostess as she left and watched Vega with as smile as he took the collar out of her bag. Their gaze met again, yet this time Dahlia couldn't help but stare at his gorgeous aquamarine eyes that always petrified her insides and numbed her brain. "Pet? My love, you're not a pet at all.." She paused then flashed him a playful grin. "It's a present to promote your charm, Kitty.. All the cats out there will be dying when they look at you. And so will old hags who lust for jewels." She took the collar from his hands and unbuttoned the back, then let it hang from her fingers to show its elegance in full form. "See, I personally think it doesn't look like a collar at all.. It would make a fashionable necklace or something, you know?" She glanced at him then looked back at the collar and nodded to herself. "But if you really wouldn't prefer to wear it normally, you could just wear it in kitty form.. Then at least people wouldn't hunt you down thinking you've escaped and running about trying to eat people." That was, of course, an extreme case, but she wanted so badly for him to wear it and Dahlia was running out of good ideas to persuade him to wear the collar. No no, it shouldn't even be called a collar. It's a very very nice necklace, that's it. Either way, she just wanted Vega to have it, something like a symbol of their (odd) friendship/relationship/whatever they had. "It's much too big for Raffy, and it would be a shame to leave it hanging around without an owner.. Perhaps it's my fault for being an impulse buyer but I think it's perfect for you. If you disagree then I will have to convince you otherwise by any means necessary." Dahlia smiled triumphantly, she knew she was going to have her way with this one, just because (in her mind) it really was the perfect present for Vega other than fish. |
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| Deleted User | Nov 18 2008, 08:25 PM Post #5 |
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![]() He watched fairly amused as she promoted the collar, insisting it’s elegance and ostentation made it seem more like a necklace than just a simple ol’ collar. The best part? She said it with a straight face, which only made Armand chuckle light, shaking his head as he took the ‘necklace’ from her hand. “I say tomato, you say tamato” he said with a sly grin, returning the collar into her bag, “but if this wine doesn’t cut it, you probably will have to find other means in which to convince me my dear.” Leaning back, he caught movement from the corner of his eye and just then the waiter arrived with their food. Pointing out to the already emptied wine, the waiter nodded and gave them a small bow as he walked away to bring yet another bottle of red wine. For anyone else, it might have been too much, but for the Count Monte Vega, it was barely nothing and considering his companion’s nefarious intentions, he would need all he could get. As they ate, conversations flowed easily between them, one of the aspects he had found surprisingly comforting with the young girl. Gabriel had only seen her about in his house only a couple of times and yet the look he gave Armand was questionable at best. There were times when his student and friend opened his mouth, perhaps in hopes to speak ‘logic’ into the otherwise older man, however Armand usually brushed it away and made his wishes to drop the subject known. Although Dahlia was not even a teenager anymore, the fact that there were ten years between them seemed enough of a point discomfort some people, which honestly Armand had never cared for. He was proof enough that the body’s age rarely ever did any justice to the mind or spirit. Since he was fifteen he was always mocked for having tendencies similar to that of an old man’s, too strict and serious for his own good, holding onto older traditions perhaps a bit too tightly. Yes, Dahlia was young and certainly had such impulsive and illogical tendencies, as the collar issue could have proven, but she also had a level of maturity he could appreciate just as well. Above all, it was her lightness, her non-oppressive presence that countered his own darker brooding days. “Do you have plans for the rest of the day?” he asked as he quietly finished his meal, setting the silverware on the plate and placing it aside. He leaned back again as he gave he a contended, even more relaxed now with a fuller stomach. “If not, you are welcomed to share a musical session with me” he offered, gesturing to the waiter to bring him the check, “I rediscovered my Edith Piaf records, and it’s quite the Parisian experience, I assure you.” Placing the amount on the tray, he stood and walked around to Dahlia, assisting her as he took the chair and pulled it back from her. Taking the bag, he offered his arm, *“mon cheri, comment faire?” *”my darling, shall we?” |
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| Dahlia Emelie Braithwaite | Nov 25 2008, 01:23 AM Post #6 |
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![]() Dahlia silently pursed her lips, as if she were bothered by the fact that Vega might not wear the collar-necklace. "Then other means, I shall find," she replied calmly. It wasn't just the fact that she really was going to find other means to make him put it on.. But the whole atmosphere of the restaurant and the soothing classical music in the background also helped. It was a really lovely place, she thought, and she couldn't stop smiling at how happy she was that Vega brought her here. She hadn't really been on any kind of dates since.. Well, almost ever. The last few meals she had with Anderson wasn't exactly peaceful anyway, he had been bothered and gloomy most of the time so it was difficult to talk to him. But everything about Vega seemed simple. He was straightforward, cynical, but still retained that bitter sense of humor like an aging old man. In Dahlia's point of view, he was like a very loveable grandpa minus the wrinkles and family relation. Indeed, she was very, very happy. It's been quite a while since she was able to be her weird old self, without having to compress herself into a quiet, reserved young lady that she was supposed to be. With Vega she could joke around, laugh, be teased, and laugh some more. Any worries, troubles, and sadness were thrown out the window and Vega's presence was like the barrier protecting her. She felt safe and let the warm, tingly sensation of it run through her. She ate her meal elegantly in flow with their conversation so they both finished around the same time. Dahlia finished her wine, then dabbed her lips gently with the napkin and set it down on the table. "As a matter of fact, I don't," she smiled. "I've run out of things to busy myself with these days..." Dahlia shifted her gaze to his ice cold eyes. She shivered internally, and like always, wondered if she could ever really get lost in them. They were so bold, striking, and it gripped her by the heart every time she looked at them. Or maybe that was just her. Dahlia rose from her seat, curtsied, and said, "Mais oui, monsieur!" She linked an arm through his and smiled graciously. It was difficult not to be giddy around a gentleman like Vega, but Dahlia was trying. She was also thankful that she knew a little French, or at least the words that everyone would know/should know otherwise she would be standing there like an idiot and went, 'Huh?' to his face. As they left the restaurant, the waiters thanked them and Dahlia nodded her head and smiled in return. The streets of Alectrona were still busy when they got out as people poured in and out of shops while the sun was still shining. It was, according to Dahlia, the perfect day. The sun was bright but it did not glare or pierce at their skins, there was a slight breeze playing around them, and occasionally the crunching of the leaves when people stepped on them. She would have never noticed or appreciated this if she was not with Vega. Somehow it was like he was opening her world without even trying. And even though he was not always with her, she completely adored him. That was all she needed; the perfect companion. |
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